Chorus x 2
[Fatal]
When it's on then it's on
It can't be erased
Tear Da Club Up Thugs and Fatal
On a Paper Chase
When it's on then it's on
It can't be erased
Tear Da Club Up Thugs and Fatal
We on a Paper Chase
Verse 1
[Fatal]
Never wastin' em
Had a slug bug chasin' em
Spin em before they spun
The M-1, close-casin' em
Defacin em like county property
He'd die for me
Spittin' on your whole image, I rob you and make a mockery
Yo ya see that party by Haus Cucasimenas
Trife on that ass
Who better hit the ground fizast
Fuck that financially
Fatal stable satanically
Mash on your little stash niggaz testin' the family
Play the eddie cane with your petty game
Breakin' ya un-ready friend when you fuck with who-freddy sein
Nigga dip off blood, I get that back and let the free fall
Hit ya with six shots, let you in bail ass hits off
Fatal Hussein, from the cradle to the grave
Tokin' like big Suge till every label know my name
And they ask 'Whats up with Yak and who shot Pac?
And who rode on you tryin' to test the block'
Chorus x 2
Verse 2
[DJ Paul]
What the fuck!
Those niggaz bailin out of range rovers
Lucky Louisiana, lucky as a fuckin fully clothed camera boy
The cast there, hangin mother fucker sat there
Sayin now she was a tear da little homies at chess game
Dodge all my life, these niggaz no good the trigger man
Fatal flaw man from another hood doin yeah
Those are the rules in this mafia race
Tear Da Club up Thugs mash down on a g-string...
Verse 3
[Juicy J]
When we drop
Always keep it comin'
Make em think tough
On the block
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